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Lu Miao didn't pay attention to those two people.

She held her knees with both hands and bent down to look at the cake residue.

The two people were vague, and Lu Miao was a little unsure whether she really didn't want the oil cake dregs or not.

She hesitated just as Chen Guifen came out to look for her.

"Ouch, what are you doing there?"

Lu Miao quickly straightened up, pointed at a small pile of oil cake residue and said:

"Auntie, is there any use in this brigade? If not, can we take it back?"

Oil cake residue is the residue left after rapeseed oil is ground into powder and repeatedly beaten with hundreds of pounds of gravity to completely remove the grease.

Of course it is of no use if you can't get any more oil out of it.

"It's useless. In the past, when the brigade finished frying the oil, they just found a random place and dumped it."

Chen Guifen answered truthfully and then asked blankly:

"What do you want this for? What do you have to take back?"

Lu Miao approached Chen Guifen and whispered a few words in her ear.

Chen Guifen listened attentively, and then her eyes gradually widened, "Then I'll talk to your uncle!"

Lu Miao nodded immediately.

Don't blame her for being careful.

Resources are scarce, so she can only give priority to her own people for good things.

He Hongjin came over quickly, and Fu Jingyou came with him.

Different from wearing a thin coat just now, Fu Jingyou was also shirtless now and was handing a pile of clothes to Lu Miao.

Lu Miao clicked her tongue and cooed:

"Were you also called to squeeze oil?"

Fu Jingyou nodded.

He Hongjin pointed to the cake residue and asked:

“This can also be composted?”

Lu Miao nodded truthfully, "Yes, the oil cake is a solid material, and the fertilizer produced is better."

Thinking about it, Lu Miao asked again:
"After the brigade grinds the tofu, no one wants the dregs? If no one wants it, let's get it back too!"

He Hongjin scratched his dark face and asked suspiciously: "That one can also be composted?"

Lu Miao nodded while pecking at the rice.

He Hongjin thought for a while and asked tentatively:

"Does chaff and rice husks also work?"

Lu Miao's eyes lit up for a second and she nodded smartly:

"It works, but uncle...don't things like bran need to be fed to animals? Can we get it?"

He Hongjin waved his hand, "You can't get chaff, but there are a lot of rice husks."

There are shelling machines in the brigade, and several production teams belong to it, as well as those brigades that do not have shelling machines. Whenever there is millet to shell, they will come here.

He Hongjin had a rough idea and said with a twinkle in his eye: "I know about this, I'll do it!"

Said and left.

After all, He Hongjin was the captain of the production team, so he took action, one against the other.

Lu Miao felt that this was a sure thing, so he pushed towards the room where Fu Jingyou knew how to press oil, "You go in too, it's freezing outside!"

Oil cake dregs and bean dregs are both materials with extremely high nitrogen content and are rich in organic matter.

Unlike other organic fertilizers that are piled up, conventional organic fertilizers have insufficient staying power.

Oil cake dregs and bean dregs themselves are rich in scale organic matter. Once composted successfully, it is an excellent and solid fertilizer whether used as base fertilizer or top dressing.

Of course, this is nitrogen material. It would be better if He Hongjin could also get rice husks, ready-made matching carbon material.

All you need to do is match the proportions when you go back, and you don't have to work hard to collect other things.

Lu Miao thought happily.

By noon, I finally finished grinding He’s tofu.Lu Miao finally drank the long-awaited bean curd.

The taste was pure enough and rich enough, but there was no sugar. Lu Miao couldn't drink it after two sips.

When it came to waste, it was impossible to give Chen Guifen and He Hongjin anything stained with her saliva.

She stood at the door of the oil extraction room and called Fu Jingyou.

There was a commotion in the oil-pressing room, but Fu Jingyou didn't hear it, but the uncle who was lighting the fire by the stove at the door heard it and shouted for Lu Miao with a loud voice:
"Fu Jingyou, which one is called Fu Jingyou? Is it your daughter-in-law or your sister?"

Many people looked outside.

Lu Miao puffed her lips, a little embarrassed.

Fu Jingyou came out soon.

With his back to everyone in the door, he used the cover of his body to squeeze Lu Miao's hand. He felt warm and then felt at ease.

It was so cold, and I really didn't want her to go out and get cold, but the little girl insisted on coming.

Fu Jingyou sighed: "What's wrong?"

Lu Miao coquettishly handed him the bowl of tofu pudding.

"Have you drank?"

Lu Miao nodded and said truthfully: "It doesn't taste good without sugar."

Fu Jingyou laughed hoarsely, understanding everything.

He took the small bowl, raised his neck and twitched his Adam's apple, finished the bowl of tofu pudding in two or three gulps, and handed the bowl back to Lu Miao.

"If it's cold, put on some clothes first."

"I know, come on in!"

"Ah."

Looking back at the situation in the oil extraction room, Fu Jingyou smiled and squeezed Lu Miao's hand before leaving before entering the room.

Fu Jingyou and He Hongjin were helping in the oil pressing room, and Lu Miao and Chen Guifen returned first in the afternoon.

Lu Miao helped Chen Guifen carry the tofu, walked from the brigade to the small road, and then turned up the mountain road, which had to climb a certain slope.

She is young and has good legs, so she can walk up and down without any problems.

Chen Guifen was in her forties, which was not considered old, but the mud was slippery and she was a little hesitant.

Maybe it would be okay if she walked well. The more she was afraid of falling, the more she would fall. Lu Miao and she fell down together, and two pieces of tofu in the small bucket fell out and were covered with mud.

"Auntie, are you okay? Did you fall somewhere?"

Lu Miao was so frightened that she didn't care about picking up the tofu and hurriedly went up to help Chen Guifen.

"Haha, it's okay."

Chen Guifen waved her hand, took Lu Miao's hand, and climbed up with her knees on the ground, "It's you."

She arched her waist and touched Lu Miao's pants, "Your clothes are all stained, and it's so wet. Is it cold? Let's walk quickly and go home. Auntie will go back and wash you."

Lu Miao said "It's okay", picked up the tofu and walked back with Chen Guifen.

When they arrived at the production team, Chen Guifen packed some pieces of tofu for Lu Miao.

She asked Lu Miao to take her home and change clothes first. Chen Guifen said that after finishing some trivial matters at home, she would go to her place to tidy up and wash clothes.

Lu Miao repeatedly waved her hand and refused.

"Aunt, you can cook at home. The damper of the stove is always open. Hot water is ready. I can wash it myself."

Before Chen Guifen could say anything more, Lu Miao ran away with a clicking sound.

The weather is getting colder, and the stove is usually placed in the room except when cooking.

As Lu Miao said, the hot water on the stove is indeed ready.

The stove damper is opened small and the water temperature is just right.

She poured some water down to warm her stomach, then changed out of her wet pants and took a basin to soak her feet.

The boots Chen Guifen made for her were filled with cotton. They were usually very warm to wear, but after walking outside early today, the boots were already wet.

My feet were so cold that they had white marks on them.

Soaking your feet in hot water was obviously so comfortable that the pores on your body were about to expand, but Lu Miao couldn't stop shivering.